Of all hidden things, 

I sing, 

waiting

for evening’s grace

Frank Bruno

 For Frank Bruno was becoming World Champion was his life's ambition 

He had three goes at it and lost 

To "Terrible" Tim Witherspoon 

To Tyson in their first match 

To Lennox Lewis

 Apart from these men, unbeaten World Champions, Frank only had one other Loss in his career, to James "Bonecrusher" Smith, a tenth round KO 

(note - Witherspoon was not Undefeated at the time Frank fought him - Tim had two professional losses at this point, to Pinklon Thomas, and to Larry Holmes)

 Frank had beaten all the other men he went up against, a record of 36-4 at the time of his loss to Lennox (Lennox being his 36th fight and 4th loss) 

He just could not beat those three men who stood between him and the belt 

Most men would have given up but Frank's heart was so big 

He went on to have three more fights and won them all 

Then he got his fourth shot at the belt against Oliver McCall - went the distance, all 12 rounds - and won on decision 

Frank Bruno was now World Heavyweight Champion 

After this it would have been fairer on Frank if he had the chance to have some title defence fights - win a few as defending Champion

 However Tyson had just come out of prison and wanted his belt back - the match was arranged and Frank lost his new belt to Tyson in their second fight, their rematch

 Frank retired with a record of 40-5 and never fought again .

Woman Just Slept with Another Man 

 

Comments full of the Beta males who have been "cheated on" or "betrayed"

You feel less of a man because she cheated on you - no - she "cheated" on you because you are less of a man Look at the Alphas - they are the men the women are "cheating" WITH Remember the man she has just been with has a larger penis than you He has more girth and has stretched her wider than you do - he made her feel it He is longer than you - he has been to a place inside her where you have never been - he goes deeper than you and she asked him for this "go deep - go where my husband can never go - then you should cum" that's what she has just can back from - that is what the "signs" are telling you she is not "yours" for you to be "cheated" on - she does not belong to you - she belongs to herself - she has chosen to share herself with another man - a a better man than you Her body, her choice Deal with it

  Upon the hill 

Drifts the noon’s single cloud, 

white, 

glaring, 

still

 Rust-colored 

the tall straggling briar, 

not one Rose left

 

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm’d

 

Hot summer streets

And the pavements are burning
I sit around

Trying to smile
But the air is so heavy and dry

The city is crowded
My friends are away
And I'm on my own

It's too hot to handle
So I got to get up and go

 These brown summer grasses?

The only remains

of "invincible" warriors ...

—Matsuo Basho

 

Laziness kills Ambition 

Anger kill Wisdom 

Fear kills Dreams 

Ego kills Growth 

Jealousy kills Peace 

Doubt kills Confidence 

reverse those 

Ambition kills Laziness 

Wisdom kills Anger 

Dreams kill Fear 

Growth kills Ego 

Peace kills Jealousy 

Confidence kills Doubt 

 A few friends, but they are in cities.   

Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup 

 Across rocks and meadows

Swarms of new flies

 

over the green fields wilted down

under your blaze, these

thirsty unruly plants grow a jungle domesticity

to protect their fruit

 

God of the idle heat, 

in this glaring road

you dominate all

 Medical textbooks from the Middle Ages contained a chart called "The Sphere of Life and Death."

 Doctors used it to predict health outcomes based only on a patient's name. 

The sphere was based on numerology, the Zodiac, the moon and starts. 

It's pseudo-science compared to modern metrics. 

But humans have always craved certainty. 

Diagnosis, prognosis, genetic predisposition. 

They're all ways of placing ourselves on the sphere.

 We ask science to protect us from the simplest fact of life: it's full of surprises. 

We trust science to predict the future. 

But even so, surprises are the only thing we can count on. 

Sometimes surprises are good. 

They lift you up and make life exquisite. 

But then there's the other kind of surprise, when the bottom drops out. 

However desperate you might be, don't look to the stars. 

Because they can't help you now.

 

 When the worst of our fears are realized, when everything we’ve counted on has disappeared, something still drives us to try to fix the past, or to find our future, when the only thing that needs our attention is the present. 

And its infinite possibilities.

 God of the idle heat, in this glaring road

you dominate all.

And over the green fields wilted down

under your blaze, these

thirsty unruly plants grow a jungle domesticity

to protect their fruit.

Of all hidden things, I sing, waiting

for evening’s grace

Eye Of The Tiger

 People talk about how Sly and the producers wanted to use Another One Bites The Dust

 Whether Queen pulled out last minute or just never agreed in the first place gets debated 

It makes more sense to have an original song written for the film 

Sly chose Survivor to write this 

Then he used them again when they did Burning heart for Rocky 4 

As Eye Of The Tiger was the subtitle to Rocky 3 this makes more sense 

Did Queen get asked to write a song or songs for the film

 They wrote a song for Flash

 Then an album for Highlander 

Emilio Estevez asked Jon Bon Jovi for permission to use Wanted Dead Or Alive for Young Guns 2 

Jon refused

 Which worked out best for the same reason Queen refused

 So Jon wrote the original song Blaze Of Glory 

Which is the subtitle of the film

 Same story as this Jon ended up doing a whole album for Young guns, as Queen did with Highlander

 Was AOBTD really going to be The song for the film 

When having a song called EOTT specially written, with lyrics that are about boxing and the film and Rocky himself would be so much better

Saturday August 9: 

Sturgeon Moon

 

Youth, 

it passes 

While age 

is collected

 

Love has gone, tears are here, nothing left

Suddenly she's glad he can't see her face

Youth, it passes while age is collected

 

Even now I believe for the most part, love is about choices

It's about putting down the poison and the dagger and making your own happy ending

Most of the time

 And that sometimes despite all your best choices and all your best intentions

 fate wins anyway

Borders

Twilight is the border between day and night,

the shore is the border between sea and land. 

The border is longing: 

when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything.

 The border is to be on the way. 

It is the way that is the most important thing.

 August is the border between summer and autumn;

 it is the most beautiful month 

Val Kilmer Batman

 Val Kilmer was such as powerful actor he truly had that A list screen presence, he was going to be great in this 

A unique version of Batman and Bruce Wayne at that stage of his life

 If he had gone onto the next film we could have seen what he did with that story instead of Clooney 

Michael Keaton was the OG Batman in his two films and it was a pity he didn't get a trilogy 

And it is a pity Val didnt do Batman and Robin then go onto the fifth film, his trilogy, and talk is that film would have featured Scarecrow

If you watch the deleted scene with Bruce and Alfred you see a great character development with Bruce, some depth and understanding

 August: 

the summer's last stand

August

 

August

 

“God of the idle heat, in this glaring road

you dominate all.

And over the green fields wilted down

under your blaze, these

thirsty unruly plants grow a jungle domesticity

to protect their fruit.

Of all hidden things, I sing, waiting

for evening’s grace.”

“Down valley a smoke haze

Three days heat, after five days rain   

Pitch glows on the fir-cones

Across rocks and meadows

Swarms of new flies.

 

I cannot remember things I once read   

A few friends, but they are in cities.   

Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup   

Looking down for miles

Through high still air.”

No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass.
On either side, smitten as with a spell
Of silence, brood the fields. In the deep grass,
Edging the dusty roads, lie as they fell
Handfuls of shriveled leaves from tree and bush.
But ’long the orchard fence and at the gate,
Thrusting their saffron torches through the hush,
Wild lilies blaze, and bees hum soon and late.
Rust-colored the tall straggling briar, not one
Rose left. The spider sets its loom up there
Close to the roots, and spins out in the sun
A silken web from twig to twig. The air
Is full of hot rank scents. Upon the hill
Drifts the noon’s single cloud, white, glaring, still.

 August is the slow, gentle month that stretches out the longest across the span of a year.

 It yawns and lingers on with the light in its palms.

This morning, the sun endures past dawn. 

 it is August: the summer's last stand.

August

 Twilight is the border between day and night,

the shore is the border between sea and land. 

The border is longing: 

when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything.

 The border is to be on the way. 

It is the way that is the most important thing.

 August is the border between summer and autumn;

 it is the most beautiful month 

August

 The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning, 

The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, 
and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, 
but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. 
It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.

 

If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, 

and July the juice middle,

 August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end.

Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August

August

 

August is the slow, gentle month that stretches out the longest across the span of a year.

 It yawns and lingers on with the light in its palms.

This morning, the sun endures past dawn. 

 it is August: the summer's last stand.

As we stood there older than men
And younger than the boys (that's right)
We were as still as the wind
That blows on a hot August night

The wild boys are calling
On their way back from the fire
In August moon's surrender to
A dust cloud on the rise

August

The Emperor Octavian, called the August, 
I being his favorite, bestowed his name 
Upon me, and I hold it still in trust, 
In memory of him and of his fame.
 
I am the Virgin, and my vestal flame 
Burns less intensely than the Lion's rage; 
Sheaves are my only garlands, and I claim 
The golden Harvests as my heritage.

The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning, 
The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, 
and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, 
but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. 
It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.



Twilight is the border between day and night,
the shore is the border between sea and land. 

The border is longing: 
when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything.
 The border is to be on the way. 
It is the way that is the most important thing.

 August is the border between summer and autumn;
 it is the most beautiful month 




August rain: 
the best of the summer gone, 
and the new fall not yet born. 
The odd uneven time.









Those late August mornings smelt of autumn 

from day-break 
till the hour when the sun-baked earth 
allowed the cool sea breezes 
to drive back the then less heavy aroma 

of threshed wheat, 
open furrows, 
and reeking manure.





 In August, 
the large masses of berries, 
which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, 
gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, 
and by their weight again 
bent down 
and broke their tender limbs.